47 Deep
King Lil G Lyrics

Forty-seven deep, bitch, we in the parking lot
Me and my crew of 47 people are hanging out in the parking lot.

I been through some things I don't talk about
I have experienced some tough times that I prefer not to discuss.

I'm just getting money, I don't talk a lot
I'm busy making money and don't talk much.

Pullin' up with all the hoes, what you talkin' 'bout?
I arrive with many attractive women, what more can be said?

The gang with the shit, boy, you don't want that drama
My gang is powerful and you don't want to mess with us.

Life's a bitch, another day, another dollar
Life can be rough, but every day I make money and keep going.

Last week, I was in Phoenix, Arizona (yeah, yeah)
Last week I was in Phoenix, Arizona, and it was a great time.

Tonight, I'll be in Denver, Colorado
I'm going to Denver, Colorado tonight.

I'm in a tour bus full of naked models (yeah, yeah)
I'm on a luxurious tour bus with beautiful, naked women.

And they fuck it up, they drinking out the bottle
They are having a wild time drinking straight from the bottle.

I got to meet the plug now ando connectado
I finally met the plug and now I'm connected to the source.

I need another drink, I like to puff on Gelato
I want another drink and enjoy smoking Gelato.

How you sellin' work if you ain't got it on demand?
How can you sell drugs if you don't have it to sell on demand?

These bitches wanna set me up, they comin' with a plan
Some women are plotting to frame me for something I didn't do.

I can feel it in my blood, the other day, I couldn't sleep
I have a strong feeling something bad is going to happen and I couldn't sleep the other night.

These haters won't stop until I'm six feet deep
My enemies won't stop until I'm dead and buried six feet deep.

You can catch me at the Ritz, two or three zips (yeah)
You can find me at the luxurious Ritz hotel smoking two or three zips of weed.

Life is what you make it
You have control over your life and what it becomes.

God, forgive me for my sins (yeah)
I hope God forgives me for the things I've done wrong.

I don't want your bitch
I don't want to be with your girlfriend.

Call it what you want to call it (yeah)
You can give it whatever name you want.

I don't smoke that other shit, I only want exotic
I only smoke exotic, high-quality weed, not other types.

Your homie tatted but he goofy, ain't nobody solid
Your tattooed friend might look tough but he's actually a clown, no one in your crew is reliable.

What's poppin' to my homie Blue, he made it out the projects
Shout out to Blue, my friend who grew up in rough conditions but made it out.

Got a section for my people, they important
I always have a VIP section reserved for my close friends who are important to me.

We the ones that beat your ass and press record
We are the ones who will beat you up and record it so everyone sees your defeat.

We the ones that took your bitch when I perform (yeah)
We are the ones who took your girlfriend when I performed on stage.

I don't know about these rappers, they informants
I don't trust other rappers, many of them are informants for the law enforcement.

This is it, bitch, I'm pulling out my chrome (pull it out)
This is the moment of truth, I'm pulling out my gun for protection.

Your homie scary, he was pullin' out his phone
Your friend was too afraid to pull out a gun and instead used his phone.

Got that fifth on my hip, got your girl on my lap
I have my gun in my waistband and your girlfriend sitting on my lap.

Rest in peace your dead homies, there ain't no coming back (nah)
I'm sorry for the loss of your friends, they cannot come back to life.